Grotty Tit Bits (SOS – The Return)

They say if you don’t laugh you’ll cry, so in that spirit I asked for your own rhymes celebrating your post-motherhood body.

I had a great response to the post and some amazing poetic contributions on this tragic reality.

There is a poet in us all.

Especially when we have such great material.

There’s something liberating about getting it off your chest, as it were. So on we go…

First up – and this was when I knew I wasn’t alone in this – from Jemma (one half of the brilliant Go Outside The Lines team – check out their prints for more subtle wit).

Next up is Ellen from Babies, Biscuits and Booze‘s contribution. I almost spat my tea out reading this one – it’s brilliant – although hugely disappointed that I didn’t think of the poetic union that is boobs and lube first…!

A blogger who always makes me laugh, Helen from Just Saying Mum, did just that with her fabulous rhyme. Will never look at a tennis ball in the same way again! You can check out her blog here.

Finally Victoria from Teacuptoria wrote a whole poem on the subject, What The Heck? complete with illustration. You can check it out here.

I have absolutely loved reading these and if you have a rhyme playing on your mind then please share it!

Our bodies rock (even when they mainly wobble).

You can read my recent Beach Body Appraisal here and general musings on wobbly bodies here.

Oh boobies, oh boobies where for art thou?
Have you in fact be flattened by a trowl?
Or perhaps strangled to within an inch of your life?
How could you give me such trouble, angst and strife?
Imposters – most definitely, traitors too true.
It’s a shame I have to put up with not just one, but two!